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DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,001
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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\"Come on.. just one more hit.\" A guy said reaching for a glass pipe, but quickly getting his hand knocked back
\"Man, what the fuck is wrong with you?\" Another man asked while holding the pipe. \"Goddamnit Jeff, we\'ve known each other too goddamn long for this shit to happen.\" the man continued
\"I said I was gonna quit..\" Jeff said sniffing. \"But I just neeed this hit, ahh come on man.\" he said reaching for the pipe.
\"Look this shit is just for you nerves, not to get you all fucked up..look at you.. you\'ve became a fucking addict.\" the man yell as he threw the pipe against the wall.
\"Well you know what fuck you... that right fuck you Mike, if you say that we\'re buds, then why don\'t you let me smoke.\" Jeff yelled as he walked towards the door. \"It\'s my fuckin\' body.. I do what the fuck I wanna do to it.\" he yelled as he walked out and slammed the door.
Watching the only friend he had storm out of the door in a fit a crackish rage, Mike placed the bag of cocaine down, and walked towards the wine cabniet. As he got out all of the bottles and slowly procced to drink them he found his gun sitting behind the bottle a Grey Goose that was in the back ofm the cabient. As he walked to the door to place the bolt lock, he remembered all of the shit that happened in his, the fact that he had lived homeless for 8 years, the fact that he was the only survivor out of his family in the Madrid Train incident. As he sat at the door, he took another drink from the bottle of gin he was holding oin his hand, and opened his gun\'s chamber and revelaved that it had only 2 bullets in it. As he closed the chamber, he heard a knock on the door, but this knock was special it was his friend Jeff\'s knock.
\"Leave me alone.\" he yelled to Jeff standing outside, with tears rolling down his eyes.
\"Hey, Mike.. look I\'ll get straight alright.. I know.. I know what happen to your family.. and shit, and I apologize for what I did.\" Jeff said knocking on the door. \"Now can I come in?\" he asked knocking on the door.
There was slience......
\"Hey, Mike...\" he words was cut by the sounds of a single shot coming from a pistol, and hearing a body and a bottle slump to the floor. \"Wait..... Mike.. you didn\'t really...\" Jeff said as he backed up from the door quickly sobering up.
As Jeff walked away from the door he could only do nothing but a hail mary, and sliently pray that god would allow Jeff to live. Walking out of the apartment bulding and knowing that once the cops came he would have no place he could only sit o a bench, and rest his head in-between his arms. Remembering how he met Mike after his wife had kicked him onto the streets, he gave out a slient prayer, and procceded to move over some when an lady in her 70\'s sat down besides him.
\"What\'s wrong with ya, sonny?\" she asked noticig the sad expression on his face.
\"I just lost a friend of mine today.. and I feel like I was the one who cost it.\" Mike said wiping the tear from his eye.
\"Well, everything has it\'s purpose in the world, God does his wonders in the most strangest of ways..\" she said offering him a tissue.
\"Thanks.\" he said taking the tissue. \"But this was suicide mam, he took his own life because of my addictation.... I.. just don\'t know what to do..\" Mike said looking at the lady on the verge of bursting into tears.
\"Assication?, well son sometime you just have to let the lord work, I was a alcoholic for 27 years, untill I turned to the good lord, and now I\'m free as a bird.\" she said noticing a bus \"Well, here\'s my bus.\" she said handing him a card with a chruch name on it.\" \"Come into service this Sunday.\" she said getting on the bus.
\"Okay I will.. thanks Miss...\" Mike said waiting for an answer, and told the bus driver he wasn\'t getting on
\"Just call me your friendly resident.\" she said as the bus door closed and pulled.
\"Mt. Seigel Baptist Chruch.\" he thought to himself as he stuck his hands into his coat pocket and procceded to walk off.
As the rain started to fall, he could do nothing but put his hood on and walk towards his old apartment. As he stood in front of his old house shared by his wife and 2 kids. As he saw in the window, his 2 kids running around the living room, he quickly snapped by reality when he seen the \'for sale\' sign in the front yard. Taking a little bottle of Jack Daniels out of his pocket he gave a drink and slowy pured the rest out on the ground in memory of his friend Jeff.
\"Come on.. just one more hit.\" A guy said reaching for a glass pipe, but quickly getting his hand knocked back
\"Man, what the fuck is wrong with you?\" Another man asked while holding the pipe. \"Goddamnit Jeff, we\'ve known each other too goddamn long for this shit to happen.\" the man continued
\"I said I was gonna quit..\" Jeff said sniffing. \"But I just neeed this hit, ahh come on man.\" he said reaching for the pipe.
\"Look this shit is just for you nerves, not to get you all fucked up..look at you.. you\'ve became a fucking addict.\" the man yell as he threw the pipe against the wall.
\"Well you know what fuck you... that right fuck you Mike, if you say that we\'re buds, then why don\'t you let me smoke.\" Jeff yelled as he walked towards the door. \"It\'s my fuckin\' body.. I do what the fuck I wanna do to it.\" he yelled as he walked out and slammed the door.
Watching the only friend he had storm out of the door in a fit a crackish rage, Mike placed the bag of cocaine down, and walked towards the wine cabniet. As he got out all of the bottles and slowly procced to drink them he found his gun sitting behind the bottle a Grey Goose that was in the back ofm the cabient. As he walked to the door to place the bolt lock, he remembered all of the shit that happened in his, the fact that he had lived homeless for 8 years, the fact that he was the only survivor out of his family in the Madrid Train incident. As he sat at the door, he took another drink from the bottle of gin he was holding oin his hand, and opened his gun\'s chamber and revelaved that it had only 2 bullets in it. As he closed the chamber, he heard a knock on the door, but this knock was special it was his friend Jeff\'s knock.
\"Leave me alone.\" he yelled to Jeff standing outside, with tears rolling down his eyes.
\"Hey, Mike.. look I\'ll get straight alright.. I know.. I know what happen to your family.. and shit, and I apologize for what I did.\" Jeff said knocking on the door. \"Now can I come in?\" he asked knocking on the door.
There was slience......
\"Hey, Mike...\" he words was cut by the sounds of a single shot coming from a pistol, and hearing a body and a bottle slump to the floor. \"Wait..... Mike.. you didn\'t really...\" Jeff said as he backed up from the door quickly sobering up.
As Jeff walked away from the door he could only do nothing but a hail mary, and sliently pray that god would allow Jeff to live. Walking out of the apartment bulding and knowing that once the cops came he would have no place he could only sit o a bench, and rest his head in-between his arms. Remembering how he met Mike after his wife had kicked him onto the streets, he gave out a slient prayer, and procceded to move over some when an lady in her 70\'s sat down besides him.
\"What\'s wrong with ya, sonny?\" she asked noticig the sad expression on his face.
\"I just lost a friend of mine today.. and I feel like I was the one who cost it.\" Mike said wiping the tear from his eye.
\"Well, everything has it\'s purpose in the world, God does his wonders in the most strangest of ways..\" she said offering him a tissue.
\"Thanks.\" he said taking the tissue. \"But this was suicide mam, he took his own life because of my addictation.... I.. just don\'t know what to do..\" Mike said looking at the lady on the verge of bursting into tears.
\"Assication?, well son sometime you just have to let the lord work, I was a alcoholic for 27 years, untill I turned to the good lord, and now I\'m free as a bird.\" she said noticing a bus \"Well, here\'s my bus.\" she said handing him a card with a chruch name on it.\" \"Come into service this Sunday.\" she said getting on the bus.
\"Okay I will.. thanks Miss...\" Mike said waiting for an answer, and told the bus driver he wasn\'t getting on
\"Just call me your friendly resident.\" she said as the bus door closed and pulled.
\"Mt. Seigel Baptist Chruch.\" he thought to himself as he stuck his hands into his coat pocket and procceded to walk off.
As the rain started to fall, he could do nothing but put his hood on and walk towards his old apartment. As he stood in front of his old house shared by his wife and 2 kids. As he saw in the window, his 2 kids running around the living room, he quickly snapped by reality when he seen the \'for sale\' sign in the front yard. Taking a little bottle of Jack Daniels out of his pocket he gave a drink and slowy pured the rest out on the ground in memory of his friend Jeff.